Or maybe... something more.
FORBIDDEN
I wasin my room packing for my weekend to go to a festival on Sable Beach. I was staying at the luxury Sable Hotel on the beach for three days, but I had a suitcase full of new summer clothes. I was undecided, so I packed everything I bought. I was dying tobe on the beach after an unexpected rainy fall, spring, and winter in Cali. It was finally my time to chill on the beach. Therefore, I zipped up my bag and left the house with a huge smile on my face.
As I was leaving out the door, my phone vibrated in the top pocket of my thin, yellow V-neck oversized shirt that I wore as a sundress. I took my phone out, thinking it was my girls telling me to hurry up, but it was Hurricane. I rolled my eyes in the air. It was a long story as to why I was irritated with him. I wasn’t going to answer his call, but if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have heard the end of it.
“Yes, Hurricane?” I rolled my eyes into the air.
“Get your stupid ass to my warehouse, now!”
“I’m on my way to the beach. The girls want to do happy hour. I won’t make it if I come to you.” I puckered my lips on the FaceTime call, but the lines in his forehead let me know that whatever he wanted was serious.
“You think I give a fuck about you and them bitches? Get yo’ ass here now!” he roared and ended our call.
Fifteen minutes later, I was in Hurricane’s dark ass office, deep in Southwave. It was shit going on that I didn’t want no parts of, but I somehow became the main attraction.
“Ain’t no way I’m missing forty grand in product with all these fuckin’ eyes around me. Which one of y'all backdoored me?” Hurricane asked his workers as he looked at all of us sitting around his conference table in his office at his warehouse. It was the first day of summer, but here I was watching him lose his mind over some guns and drugs. Every few months, it was something, and I hoped the meeting wouldn’t last long.
“Somebody did backdoor you, Boss, and it was Yummi,” Sparkle, Hurricane’s female worker, blurted unexpectedly. I snapped my neck quickly.
“What, bitch! Don’t say my name and put me in no bullshit!” I shouted and stood to my feet. I hated this bitch for so many reasons, and she hated me, too.
“You backdoored him, bitch! Your stupid ass left the door unlocked last night with your dumb ass! She had them niggas run up in here!” Sparkle shouted back at me like she knew what she was talking about, and she didn’t. She just knew if Hurricane thought it was me, he would embarrass me in front of everyone. I wasn’t trying to have that happen, so I was defensive in my approach.
“You did that, Yummi?” Hurricane’s dark eyes pierced me, causing me to become nervous.
“Yes, she did! I told you to look at the surveillance again!” Sparkle continued to show her ass, and I wanted to slap the dog shit out of her. She stood next to my man, proud that she was being problematic.
“Yo, Wave! Grab that surveillance for the back door. Let me see it again,” Hurricane demanded of Mula. He always called him Wave when he was mad at the world.
“This bitch is weird, and you sitting here letting it happen! You ain’t shit, Hurricane!” I shouted out of anger.
He frowned. “Who you yelling at?” He suddenly grabbed me by the throat, pushing me into the table.
“Bitch, you actin’ real guilty. Was them niggas your opp ass cousins on camera?” he snarled at me. He was so close to me, I almost tasted the mint and Za on his breath.
“No, I would never! My cousins want no smoke with you in the name of Coast!” I pleaded.
“Yes, you would, and that’s why I keep you a step under Sparkle. You always fighting with her when you can learn from her. I knew you was plotting on a nigga.”
“Chill, bro… You ain’t even seen the tape up close yet,” Mula said as he took Hurricane’s hand from my neck.
Hurricane aggressively pushed Mula away from him, and then he forced me to get on my knees in front of everybody. The tears welled in my eyes because he was about to embarrass me, and it wasn’t shit I could do about it.
“Nigga, this is my bitch. Don’t tell me to fuckin’ chill. If I feel like making her suck my dick in front of all y'all pussy ass niggas, I will!” he gritted through clenched teeth.
God, please, I don’t ask for much, but please let this man free me. I’ve had enough!I said a prayer to myself since I was already on my fucking knees looking like a peasant.
“You trippin’, my nigga, but I’ma go get it. You touch me again, tho’, I’ma break ya fingers.” Mula glared at him and then walked off.
Hurricane was always passive-aggressive when Mula checked him, so instead of checking Mula, he took it out on me.
“Stay your ass down there until he comes back. If you fucked up, I’ma fuck you up.”
I closed my eyes and continued to pray. I knew for sure I’d locked the door. I made sure by going back twice because something in my soul already told me that some shit was going to happen. Hurricane had accumulated so many enemies after my brother died because nobody could control his treacherous ways. Shit, Mula could barely control him, and I could tell he was slowly giving up on the empire.
I couldn’t help but to think back to when I told him he could be my nigga and let him slice my damn hand, talking about blood ties. I was young, high, and stupid as hell back then.
